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Jan 2015
Fist clenched
Arm torn
Head turned
So things turn dark for one or two moments
Ghost made present
Your breath leads the way
The smoke from the fireworks
Magnificent display
Tell me once more
What was it like?
You held close for the beat
But my heart
Was led astray
Ashes near the ground
And what became of her?
Rhet Toombs
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